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Chapter 13Thirteen
Saturday
rained[M1] . Vickie packed, then wandered
around her apartment that rainy Saturday, putting the
finishing touches on the generic furnishings. Without her things around, it
looked like a hotel suite, blank and without character. ‘Tabula rasa, ’
thought Vickie, ‘just like myher
future. A clean slate, ready to be rewritten.’ She changed into her robe and slippers,
feeling like aas frumpy hausfrau. The as the dreary
day outside complemented her mood. ‘Tea usually makes me feel better,’ she
thought. ‘I’ll nuke some water. She
unpacked her teapot and watch the news, fall
asleep in front of the tube and feel better in the morning.’
Vickie
opened the door. John and Tess stood outside in the rain, looking awkward,
sheepish and concerned. “May we come in?” asked John. “It’s a little on the
humid side out here.”
“You
love me anyway, huh,” Vickie attempted to smile.
Now
Vickie did smile. “Don’t beat around the bush, John. Why don’t you come out and
say what you really mean.”
John
crossed his arms over his chest. “For smart managementexecutives,
neither of you is being too smart about your personal
life. personally. Why don’t you wait
for him to come back, Vickie, so you canwant talk
this thing out?”
Vickie
sighed. “I don’t think so. I don’t
think it would change anything.” The telephoneVickie’s phone
rang. Tess
answered it. “Yes, yes. I’ll
“Aren’t
you going to get her. Vickie,
it’s for you.”that?”
“Ms.
Johnston, this is Hannah, Cliff’s cook. We’ve never met, but Cliff has told
metalked a lot about you. I talked to A lot.”
Her
cheeks heated. She wondered what Cliff had said.
“John
the
other day, and he tells me you’re planning to leave.”
“Yes,
uhum,
Hannah.” How bizarre. Was even Cliff’s cook ganging up on her? “I’m done with
the project, after all.”
“Look,
Ms. Johnston, I don’t want to look like I’m interfering. And I know
that what Ireally don’t want to tell
you will sound like I’m trying to take advantage of you. come
off as manipulative. But you should know—Cliff
hasn’t done this since his dad, Colonel Hawkesclyffe, was killed.”
“Before
he left for the Middle East, Cliff took
dinner in his room, didn’t come down to the kitchen like he
usually does. I brought eat. I
took up a tray and left it by the door, knocking and telling
him it was there. Well, when. But
I went up to bed, the tray was still there, untouched. And you know how Cliffhe
eats.”
“No.”
Hannah’s voice went flat with emotion. “He was crying.”
“I…I’m
sorry for him.”, what?”
“I
think you know why. He was miserable you two fought. Which is why I think you
need to stay, until he gets back. Hear him out.”
Did heCliff
care about her that much? “Oh, um,
well, I don’t know what to say. Uh,
thanks for the information. “Well.
Thanks for calling to tell me.”
“You’ll
stay?”
Put
pointblank like that, did she have a choice? “Yes. YesAll right,
I’ll waitstay at least
to seehear him
again. Thanks. Good‑bye.”
“Who
was that, Vickie?” asked Tess.
“Hannah,
Cliff’s cook. As if you didn’t know. Okay, if everyone’s going to gang up on
me, I’ll wait until Cliff comes back to make my final decision.”
John
and Tess looked at each other. and some tension went out of their stances.
John said, “Thanks. But you should also know
that we’re not all ganging up on you. WeYes, we
talked to Hannah, but her calling was her own idea, not
ours. . Tess, maybe we should go now, and
let Vickie think. Or rest. Or, whatever.”
Vickie
had
already retreated into her own mind. ‘Cried. Oh, no, this just makes it worse. Why couldn’t he just be a black‑hearted
pirate allwas staring at the time instead of the
wonderful guy he is? [M4] Why did he have to be only almost perfect?’
Then
something about the outline caught Vickie’s attention and
she dug a little into her memory. “That
looks . It looked like— “That’s Middle
Yemen .
Just a minute, guys, don’t go yet.” Tess,
John. Wait.” Vickie increased the volume as John and Tess looked
back.
“…are
still unclear, but it appears that the counter‑coupcountercoup
was successful, and that. Prince
Kulinahr has been confirmed as the legitimate leader of Middle Yemen by theits
Parliamentary Council. in a unanimous vote. The
whereabouts of Colonel Hafez Fahrrad are still unknown.”
Vickie
let out a whoop of joy, and almost missed what came next.
“In
a related story, Sir Humphrey Hawkesclyffe, founder and owner of Hawkesclyffe
Computers, has been reported missing in the street fighting and confusion in
Middle Yemen. Sir Hawkesclyffe was apparently involved in some
business in the country and may have been
caught up in the fighting. for business.
The government of Middle Yemen has assured both the British and American
ambassadors that Sir Hawkesclyffe’s safe return is a top priority.”
Vickie
stared at the television, stunned. ‘Oh, shit. “Crap. He’s
gone and put Kulinahr back in power. That’s what he was doing?”
Was that waswhat he’d been
so secret.’ “John,
Tess, dosecretive about? “Do you realize what
this means?”
“Yeah, it,”
John said. “It means he’s missing. I’ll get in touch with our Washington people right
now.” John movedHe
started toward the door.
“Actually,
we do.” John turned the tube down. “Yes, it is.
Vickie, I’m going“Time to
come clean. Cliff and I were planningplanned
this all along, since Fahrrad overtooktook
the country.”
“You
knew! You rat, John! I could
have!” She could’ve missed a heck of a lot
of heartache if you had told me before this.”he’d
trusted her with the information.
Both
Vickie and Tess both back.
“How do you figure, John?” Tess asked.
stared at
her. John groaned. “Damn. You could be right.”
“He
gave himself away?”
“Yes,
but worse. He’d be the only one who can only mean thatfix
it. Even if Fahrrad has him. Don’t mistake, Fahrrad’s hasn’t
figured that out, clever. And and
desperate. The world is changing around him; he hasn’t many places to go. I just know that he’s going toHe’ll
try to use Cliff as insurance.”
Tess
clutched John’s hand. “He caught Cliff as a hostage?”
“But
Cliff has never been caught before,” Vickie said in a small voice.
“Cliff
has never let himself get caught before,” John musedsaid.
Vickie
did
not voice her fear. This time, maybe he felt
like she’d swallowed ice. Maybe Cliff hadn’t wanted to escape. After
the way she had treated him, after he hadhe’d
trusted her, kissed her…more…maybe he could
have wanted to get caught. Or maybe he just didn’t
care. ‘Oh, dear God, please let him be okay.
[M1]Putting
the time first, especially at the start of the chapter, serves to ground the
reader.
[M2]Dialog
must sound realistic but shouldn't be everyday stuff. Cut out the pleasantries
and get to the meat.
[M3]A
lot of expressly saying things that can be much better shown by a few deft
actions or words.
[M4]Yeah
yeah, wonderful guy--we've heard this only a couple dozen times before. Get on
with the story, already :)
[M5]I
say the same thing maybe three times. Sometimes I write around the idea instead of writing the idea itself. That's fine in
draft, but editing is for finding and writing the real nugget.
[M6]This
may change.
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